Chen Hong used to think that those people who studied marine life and went on dangerous diving trips every day were just bored and had too much free time to care about their lives and always wanted to do deep-sea diving activities.
At that moment, she miraculously understood their love for the ocean—a kind of unwavering dedication and emotion that inspired them to give up even at the cost of their lives!
When Chen Hong returned to the space, she checked the time; it was already eight o'clock at night.
It wasn't too late, but the underwater lighting was really poor. Even with Chen Hong's exceptional eyesight, she could only see about twenty or thirty meters ahead.
Even with a special headlamp for deep-sea diving, it can only illuminate a few dozen meters ahead, which is not very useful in the dangerous underwater world at night!
When she finally had some free time, Chen Hong truly felt exhausted. Without the lure of RMB in front of her, she was like a deflated balloon, completely listless.
I served myself and Black Tiger a plate of braised pork ribs, a plate of steamed grouper, a plate of cucumber salad with dried shrimp, and a bowl of rice.
The man and the dog each started eating their dinner. After a busy day, this late dinner tasted even sweeter.
It seems that people need to go hungry more often. Food that seems ordinary at other times tastes like heavenly delicacies when you're starving, and you can taste the full aroma of every grain of rice.
It's no longer like usual, where every meal simply requires a staple food, and cooking rice is just a dietary habit.
Black Tiger doesn't seem too hungry yet, after all, this dog is more comfortable than its owner, having spent the whole day in the space.
There's food and drink, space to eat fruit, and you can even enjoy flowers and plants in the space.
Its owner was envious of its life, and now it probably sensed its owner's exhaustion.
It just followed its owner secretly and no longer rubbed against Chen Hong. Chen Hong sighed inwardly, thinking that this dog was very good at reading people's expressions!
After finishing dinner and washing the dishes in the kitchen of the fishing boat, Chen Hong began to sort and store the seafood that had been hastily brought in that day.
The sea cucumbers were thrown together in one large culture tank. The scallops were thrown together as well; there were many of these, filling three large culture tanks.
They also sorted out a large box of pearl oysters from the scallops. Chen Hong didn't have time to look at them carefully when she picked them up, as most of them were covered with sand and seaweed.
Only when I held them in my hand did I realize that what I had picked up was not only scallops, but also pearl oysters, clams, scallops, ark clams, white clams, and the smaller red heart clams.
She also sorted and packed these seashells into medium-sized breeding boxes, but their numbers were far fewer than those of the large scallops and Arctic clams.
Today, Chen Hong dug up two large breeding boxes full of Arctic surf clams, which must weigh several thousand kilograms.
Picking up fish is fun, but cleaning them is a real hassle.
Fortunately, she only supplied freshly caught seafood to vendors and hotels, so she didn't have to clean and wash the shellfish herself.
Otherwise, Chen Hong would rather let these shellfish rot on the seabed of Japan than fish for them.
Looking at these shellfish, which are all dirty and covered with mud and seaweed, it's hard to tell what kind of shellfish they are without a close look.
These seashells should ideally be rinsed clean with seawater immediately, but since they are in the space, Chen Hong couldn't bear to use the space water for such a task, so she decided to use the space water to keep them alive for now.
She plans to load them onto the fishing boat and rinse them with seawater on the return trip; for now, she can only sort them simply.
Today, they harvested several tons of shellfish. Sorting and classifying them was no easy task, and Chen Hong worked until midnight to finish.
After taking a bath on the fishing boat, eating two meat buns and a plate of strawberries, brushing her teeth and washing her face, Chen Hong was about to go to bed when she suddenly remembered something very important.
When she entered the space, she had already discovered that nighttime was the time when sea crabs and shrimp were most active.
The shrimp and crabs on the seabed are now active, searching for food everywhere.
Wouldn't setting crab traps now be much more efficient than during the day? Today, she was too busy digging for Arctic surf clams and picking up sea cucumbers and scallops on the beach.
We haven't caught many shrimp and crabs yet, so we can't let such a good opportunity tonight slip by.
She had just finished her yoga breathing exercises and her body had recovered to its best condition. Chen Hong decisively changed into her diving suit and prepared the remaining fish entrails and scraps.
These internal organs are used as bait and placed into the feeder in the shrimp trap, directly creating space.
Wearing a diving headlamp and a diving light fixed to his arm, he placed thirty crab traps along the flat sandy ground he remembered from the daytime.
After setting up the crab traps, Chen Hong immediately returned to her spatial dimension. Tonight's work was finally finished; she just had to wait until tomorrow morning to collect the crab traps.
This was much easier and less strenuous than collecting crab traps on the boat, and Chen Hong finally slept soundly and peacefully on the big bed of the fishing boat all night.
Sleeping inside the space, without worrying about unexpected situations at sea or encountering Japanese patrol boats, this sense of security of living inside the Bull Demon King's belly is truly wonderful!
Chen Hong slept until 6:30 before waking up. She took a breath of the fresh air in the space. This natural oxygen bar, although it didn't have any spiritual energy, was still very refreshing.
If one could live in this space for an extended period, one could certainly live to be at least two hundred years old, but this was just something Chen Hong was thinking about.
Humans are social animals, and only by living among people can people be psychologically healthy and not feel that time is so long and boring.
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